Epicurean the author the architect

Now with this pen, I use invoke to describe
How it felt in wanting
To have you again and again
And I'll hold my breath
As our world comes undone
And catch the bullet if you hold the gun, oh
Now, life waiting for words to define
How to repair the seams of my soul
Because of you, the architect still sleeps
A consequence of design myself will not let go
What has been said of a yearning
That stands as high as mountains
Became of glimpse of a time to lose myself
And I'll hold my breath
As our world comes undone
And catch the bullet if you hold the gun, oh
[Incomprehensible]
Now, if only that passion within myself
Could command the conflict between us both
The beautiful denial forced me to say, I cannot let go
Even when my body's broken
Long before my soul fades away
If I gave all control, the destructive love we hide
Will be defined in the shadow of mourning to come
Where I stand free before life for the first time
I'll bask in its glow with all of my soul